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EYOND THE ©IDE 



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H. M. POOLE 



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/vjr <?«^ to sea, -where pale and clear, 

The sapphire mountain peaks appear, 
There far and faint the bec&nitig shore, 
Where dwell we ever, evermore. 



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HARD & PARSONS 
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Copyright 1886, 

BY 

Hard & Parsons. 



OUR HOME BEYOND THE TIDE. 



0ur Ijome is beyond i\)e tide, friend, — 

Wur Ijome is beyond tr;e fide, 
Wryere tl?e alorious city of lic^t is seen 

W[?ese aates are open wide. 
^I^rou^b +f?e golden streets of t^at city fair 

We soon sball pass alona ; 
0nd a \)o\n joy sball fill our hearts 

ols we areef th?e sbinina. fbrona;, — 
Wl^o wal^ f^ose streets t'brouab tl?e endless day, 

Qart[) s dean ones side by side. 
&\) \ i\)e bliss i\)ai waits us when we read? 

Wur \)ome beyond tpe tide ! 



0ur \)ome is beyond t(?e tide, friend, 

W up borne is beyond tpe tide ; 
Qnd we must not sial? for tj?e earthly joys 

Dest wisdom pas denied. 
Pop t(?e thorns of eartb tl?ere are flowers in Heaven, 

Hop its cares tl^ere is lona repose, 
Hop tl?e vale of tears tl;ere s vr>e mount of joy 

Wl^epe \\)e Y>eo?\ witb paptupe alows ; 
\^\)en witf) lovina be ar ts we will do Mis will, 

Sn w^om oup hearts confide, 
Ond patiently wait for oup tupn to peacr) 

Wur b om e beyond ttye tide ! 



Phebe A. Hanakord. 



THE UNSEEN CITY. 



$ il?inl? of a city 9 l?ave not seen, 

Qxcept in my l?ours of areammp, 
Wl?ere tbe feet of mortals l;ave never been 

(ipo darben its soft, soft aleamina ; 
alimmer of pearl and alint of aold, 

0nd a breath from \\)G soul of roses, 
Will? briaf)tness and beauty all untold 

«pteal over my calm reposes, 
0s 9 dream of a city Q \)o\/e not seen, 

W[)ere tf?e feet of mortals l?ave never been. 



'tjat beautiful city is l?ome to me ; 

rr&y loved ones are aoma tl?itl?er, 
Ind tpey wt>o already pave crossed tl?e sea 

Ore callina, "oome p 1 1 9 e r . [?it[?er. 
'(? ! tl?e tender eyes tl?at 5 worshiped \)ere 

Prom tf?e aolden ^eia^ts behold me, 
Ind toeir sonas enchant tl;e raptured ear, 

\N\)en tpe winas of slumber fold me, 
Is 3 dream of a city 9 pave not seen, 

Wpere 1r,e feet of mortals [?ave never been. 



Emma Tuttle. 



WE SHALL KNOW. 



Wt?en tbe mists ba ve rolled in splendor 

From t(?e beauty of tbe bills, 
Qnd tbe sunshine, warm and tender, 

Ralls in brial?tness on tbe rills, 
We may read love s sbmma letter 

iJn tl^e rainbow of tbe spray; 
We sball know eacb otber better 

Wben tbe mists bave cleared away. 



•9f we evr in puman blindness 



nc! foraet t(?at we are dust, 
of we miss toe law of kindness 

Wr;en we struaaie to be mst, 
^pnowy wmas of peace spall cover 

Wll tl?e pain tpat clouds our way, 
Wpen tb© weary watcf? is over 

Olnd i\)e mists l^ave cleared away. 



When \\)Q mists pave risen above us, 
Ms our Patber knows 91s own, 

Race to face witp tpose wr;o love us 
We spall know as we are known. 

biove, beyond tpe orient meadows 
Hloats tpe aolden fnnae of day ; 

Heart to peart we pide tpe shadows 
ill tj?e mists \)Ove cleared away. 



Annie Herbert. 



WAITING. 



|)erene -9 fold my panels and wait 



on care for wind nor tide nor sea ; 



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3 rave no more aainst time or fate 



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Ror lo ! my own spall come to me. 



Oisleep, awake, by niafjt or day, 

(^\)e friends a seer? are seekma me; 

Ko wind can drive my barb astray 
Kor cl^anae tr;e tide of destiny. 



(^>\)e waters know tt^eir own, and draw 

\af\)e brool? that springs in yonder l^eial;t ; 

<|5o flows tr?e aood witl? equal law 
tinfo i\r>e soul of pure delial^t. 

(@j>\)e stars come nia^tly to tbe sky, 

(£])pe tidal wave unto tl?e sea, 
rtor time nor space nor deep nor \)\a\), 

Can keep my own away from me. 



John Burroughs. 



BUILD THEE. 



Qui Id tr;ee more stately mansions, kj my iSoul, 

CJs tbe swift seasons roll I 

Lieave tlw low-vaulted past ! 
Qet eacr; new temple, nobler tr;an tr;e last, 
^l;ut tfjee from. r;eaven wit!} a dome more vast, 

(ipill tl;ou at lenatl? art free, 
L^eavina tr;ine outarown s[)ell by life s unrestina sea 



Oliver Wendell Holmes. 



"ONLY waiting:' 



kjnly waitma fill tl?e shadows 

fcdre a little ionaer arown, 
C/nly waitma till tf?e alimmer 

Uf tj?e day s last beam is flown, 
(^p^eri from out tf?e aatlyered darl?ness, 

Holy, deathless stars spall rise, 
kJy wpose liapt my soul sball aladly 

(Spread its pathway to tr>e shies. 



only waitma till tr?e reapers 

Have fbe last sl;eaf aatl^ered l?ome. 
Por tr?e summer time is faded, 

ofnd tpe autumn winds pave come. 
Qven now 9 year th;e footsteps, 

Wnd tpem voices far away; 
Sf tl?ey call me, 9 am waiting, 

only waitma to obey. 



Frances Mace. 



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